COMFORT WITH DEATH

THERE IS NO DEATH

Well, sure, the body, our machine “dies”. It wears out like any other material thing. If we can’t repair it, we scoot out and junk it. Then we find we are simply set free to fly, like a butterfly escaping the cocoon.

Don’t get in a hurry. Let the natural process do it’s thing. Rushing “death” up can make it more difficult than it needs to be.

How do I claim to know this stuff? I’m not sure I can adequately explain it. I have this innate sense of this truth, but that could be wishful thinking.

I have read numerous Near Death Experiences (NDEs), have studied the ancient history of attitudes toward death (Tibetan and Egyptian Books of the dead, which essentially say the same thing) and the histories in most every culture of attitudes toward death.

Every historical culture has made peace with death along the lines of which I speak. I am not engaged in a self-fulfilling prophecy. I have logically challenged my conclusions as well as I can. The last thing I want is to believe a lie.

Sometimes “truth” can at first taste bitter, until we learn to accept it as Truth. My highest goal is to know and live the Truth, regardless of the consequences. This is not necessarily easy. Sometimes if feels easier to accept a lie than to relentlessly pursue Truth, whatever the cost.

Lies cause suffering, and die. Only Truth prevails. Face it.